Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in BeaumontShe said I'm movin' away, I'm gonna get what I wantI'm tired of these small-town boys that don't move fast enoughI'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his livin' rough

So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty carShe sold most everything she had to make a brand new startShe said I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose'Cause when I get to where I'm goin' I'm gonna buy me all new clothes

The night's too long; It just drags on and onAnd then there's never enough;That's when the sun starts comin' upDon't let go of her hand;You just might be the right manShe loves the night; She loves the nightShe doesn't want the night; don't want it to endDon't want it to end.

She works in an office now and she guesses the pays all rightShe can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at nightAnd as soon as she gets home from work she wants to be out with the crowdWhere she can dance and toss her hair back and laugh out loud

Well the music's playin' fast and they just metHe presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweatAnd with her back against the bar she can listen to the bandAnd she's holdin' a Corona and it's cold against her hand

The night's too long; It just drags on and onAnd then there's never enough;That's when the sun starts comin' upDon't let go of her hand;You just might be the right manShe loves the night; She loves the nightShe doesn't want the night; don't want it to endDon't want it to end.